who threw us from on highas if through Dante's nine?spiralling towards stagnant water still with a stillness crystallineto land with symmetry's radiating plopripples rippling in the murky depths missedthen hushed once moreas if never did existAh, who lost us in carelessness --the owners might not greater than the owned one's plight--and cast us into failed flight?down through the cloudsdown through the treeslike a penny flipped from the thumbof an urban myththrough a Volvothrough cementor, rather, like Icarus soaring through outer spheresonly to land on an a icy planelook how soon the twigs beginbecome branches, then more twigs againnow so far where once so nearonce fearless now full of fearangels become the tiniest of the most delicate moth

the rattle tank doesn't slow'till just out of reachso that never does one know if he'll be invited to breachthe portal and take a seatand dine on the grind and viewthe streaked dark and void of night one eye watching the cyclop's eyestaring back with distorted sightthe other on a demon driver eager to have our souls before the dawnthough our errors grave, our sins not of the mortal kindso that Yahwey with cocker's borrowed brow wroughtand dispositionserves us well if we not himand secures our passage till the end

best works divergence on high school boys choosing a jackass and a cynic from the land of steady habits over the tired ways of old from oppression and rules run at break-neck speed to the coast where the silver screen tells a truer storybut not for tired old men watching a dead deal done assured by experience and hard work that neither this path nor thatgrown up or wornholds the keyif my love for you has split my heart and creased my mind it has not yet dissected me down the middle that one leg goes hither and one thither. not to the soothsayer's spin listen, nor heros--it's no usethey sold their wares too cheaply held up and celebrated for what they never saidegotists and assholes, power mongers and psychopathsline the path less traveled while the rest trudge along in single file wait to hear the next lie or as hermits do hide from all enemies